#dbf!michael jackson

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- He knew he’d gotten in too deep the moment he met you. No matter how many times he told himself to keep his distance, he couldn’t. Instead, he’d absentmindedly rubbed between your thighs while you sat in his lap, arms snaking around his neck, as he smiled to himself before quietly asking, “What am I gonna do with you?”

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Who loved getting on his knees to undress you as he kissed your navel repeatedly just to make you shiver before softly caressing your clitoris with his mouth. Gripping your cheeks and smacking them as you whimpered and came inside his mouth

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Treated you like an absolute princess, spoiling you whenever the occasion would arise. Having flowers delivered to your home and often picking your brain for the things you adored so he could secretly order them for you

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Loved the teasing photos you sent him most, especially the ones that revealed just enough to leave the rest to his imagination. His favorites were the prints you had secretly mailed to his house, tucked into picture frames or slipped neatly into wallet-sized sleeves that he kept closer than he would admit. The embarrassment that came over him when he asked you for more because of all the stains the others had acquired

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Who loved waking up in bed next to you, tucking your hair behind your ears and caressing your face before having to get up and start his day. Running his hands up your oversized shirt and massaging your thighs to wake you up

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Who never liked letting you wander too far, with nothing more than a crook of his finger and a subtle shake of his head, he’d silently call you back. You’d only tease him by lingering a little too long in conversations with one of his bandmates or a guy your own age because you understood the more jealous he became the more he would make you cum

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Who taught you more about your body than you would’ve known. Taking his time and making sure you always orgasmed first followed by heavy foreplay. Exposing you to different “sweet spots” on your body. Teaching you the difference between a vaginal and clitoral orgasm, discovering which one you liked better so he could please you

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Who learned how much you admired his bad era, so he wore his iconic belt and allowed you to dry hump it until you reached your peak. While he wrapped his hands around your backside for support and left hickies on your chest and breasts. Moaning as he felt your thighs clenching up as you peaked, watching your orgasm spill into his lap

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Not always, but occasionally would come home frustrated after unsuccessful studio sessions and turned to you for relief. Bending you over his desk and taking his frustrations out on you—watching you ooze out a mixture of yourself and his “anger”

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Who loved seeing you wear the necklace with his “M” resting against your chest whenever you were riding him. Watching it sway with every movement never failed to steal his attention, a quiet reminder that you were his

A/N: I could literally keep going with this my mind has so many filthy ideas 🙈. Inspired by the wonderful @prettyangeliczz 💋💋💋

Imagine being out with dbf!michael, who’s taking you on a shopping spree because he’s proud of you for graduating summa cum laude. Keeping the promise he made months ago—that if you achieved such an incredible accomplishment, he’d spend the day spoiling you absolutely rotten

But of course, the two of you knew this shopping spree meant so much more. It wasn’t just an “I’m rewarding you for graduating” kind of gift—it was Michael’s way of loving you. Every dress, every pair of shoes, every piece of jewelry he reached for was another quiet reminder of how deeply he adored and cherished you

Thanking you for being so patient with him through the chaos of his career. For understanding why the two of you had to go to such extreme lengths to protect yourselves and what you shared. Keeping your relationship hidden from everyone—even your closest friends and family,had never been easy, but you’d never once made him feel guilty for asking

As the cameras flashed through the crystal-clear glass outside, Michael never took his eyes off you. Reclining in a soft leather chair with a glass of complimentary champagne in hand, he watched you browse from one rack to the next. It had become a bit of a cat-and-mouse game, one with only two rules for you to follow—and only one winner. Michael

There were only two rules: every purchase had to be made with his credit card, and you had to wear the particular pair of lace thong he’d picked out for you that morning. Not thinking much of either request—and completely caught up in the excitement of today’s shopping spree you agreed without a second thought

Just as the saleswoman helped you slip into a pair of classic red bottoms, a sudden vibration caught you completely off guard. Your thighs instinctively pressed together as you froze, trying to keep a straight face

Slowly, your eyes drifted across the store until they landed on Michael

Relaxed. He met your stare with the most knowing smirk

It took everything in you to keep your composure as you wandered through the Louis Vuitton boutique. The subtle sensation returned every few moments, forcing you to steady your breathing and pretend nothing was happening. You continued admiring handbags and shoes while the sales associates chatted around you, completely unaware

Then you noticed the pattern…

Every time you reached for something Michael seemed to approve of, the vibrations got stronger

Glancing across the boutique, you found him exactly where you left him, relaxed in a leather chair watching you over the rim of the glass with the most satisfied knowing smirk

By the time you reached the register, your purchases had climbed to well over $40,000. As the sales associate carefully wrapped each item Michael casually unlocked his phone and slid the control to its highest setting

This wasn’t about shopping that had him so intrigued. It was the prancing around, seeing you smile and that twinkle in your eye when you came across the items you’ve adored and always wanted. He was always praising you on taking care of yourself and allowing him to indulge into you

Watching the associates carefully package each of your purchases felt like torture. Every ribbon tied and every shopping bag stacked seemed to stretch the moment even longer

You fought to keep a calm expression, though the warmth creeping across your face and the tiny beads of sweat forming along your hairline threatened to give you away

You were soaked underneath, you wanted nothing more in this world than an orgasm. Tapping your heel against the hard floor until you couldn’t fight the urge anymore

“May I use your restroom?” You nervously asked

“Course! It’s right around the corner” she smiled

The second you locked the bathroom door you covered your mouth with both hands to conceal your moaning. Tears flooded your face and your stomach cramped terribly facing the back to back orgasms, your muffled whimpered were drowned out by the soft music playing overhead

Once you finally managed to pull yourself together, you grabbed a few paper towels, you did your best to freshen up, your cheeks burning with embarrassment

With a quiet sigh, you slipped your thong into the bathroom bin before straightening your outfit and taking one last look in the mirror, hoping no one could tell just how flustered you were

This wasn’t gonna end well for Michael. So you returned like nothing had happened, security carried your purchased items out and escorted the two of you back into the black truck. That’s when you began to execute. You allowed security to drive for about ten minutes away from paparazzi

With the privacy screen closed, shutting off the small opening between the two of you and the driver, you reached for Michael, your hands making quick work of his belt before easing him closer

Straddling his lap, you smiled against his skin, your lips brushing the back of his ear in a slow, lingering kiss as your arms settled comfortably around his shoulders

Knowing you didn’t have a lot of time left you penetrated yourself and began riding him assertively. Planting your feet next to his thighs and pouncing continuously

Watching him whimper and fall apart in your presence, normally you’d fall for his begging but not this time

Just as security turned onto the property, you quickly pulled away from Michael, knowing the moment had to end. One look at him told you everything—you’d left him completely flustered

He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his curls before resting his head against the seat, trying his best to compose himself before the car came to a stop

That’s when it hit him just how much you’d left him wanting more. The abrupt end had completely thrown him off, and the frustration was written all over his face

Watching him try to gather himself before stepping out of the SUV straightening his jacket, clearing his throat, and pretending everything was perfectly normal was easily your favorite part